Phallic Narcissism & Brain Science

Posted on 16/06/2022 by Mistress Sidonia

This is what happens if you have a bald man creating your in-store recipes: Chef Heston Blumenthal’s Head (Top of his Body)


Summer Time Cheer

Phallic Narcissism & Brain Science
It’s the summer & it’s hot! So let’s have a little fun.
Is it just me but I seem to be seeing penises everywhere!  I know men can’t stop playing with them, this just proves what women already know. Men are obsessed with them, they all suffer with phallic narcissism.  Of course prodoms and naturally dominant women are party to the secret that the cock and balls are actually where the male brain resides.  Men are just mindless drones, dragged along behind their ‘control poles’, their ‘on/off knobs’.  That’s why they are so easily manipulated and turned into our faithful little ‘lap’ dogs 😉  Or, as a wise woman once said,  “Men… emoji request the gender that puke in their pants.”

Cocks Everywhere!
Strange things that look like cocks  ~ no real dick pics we promise

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Cuckolding – An Age Old Story

Posted on 09/06/2022 by Mistress Sidonia

Cuckolding-classical-paintings-02Actors of the Commedia dell’Arte by Francois Bunel (1550s)

Cuckolding – An Age Old Story

A cuckold is a man whose wife is or has been unfaithful, who is regarded as an object of derision.  Today, however, cuckolding has been fetishised, with both the cuckold and his partner deriving sexual gratification from his position. It derives from the word cuckoo, as female cuckoos lay their eggs in other birds’ nests. In femdom, being cuckolded is the ultimate sexual humiliation. Where a husband or slave must accept, watch or even assist with his dominant partner’s desire for a younger, more endowed, or virile lover.

In Shakespeare’s Othello (1603), Iago tells Othello,

“Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss…”

The Cuckold’s Horns

In much of Europe (and other countries further afield) cuckolds are often referred to as ‘wearing the horns of a cuckold’. The meaning of this is not entirely clear, however, it is thought that it refers to the fact that the man being cuckolded is the last to know of his wife’s infidelity. He is wearing horns that can be seen by everybody but him. It has also been suggested that the ‘two finger gesture’ held behind someone’s head without their knowledge, was a cruel mockery of a man’s cuckolded status.

Horns are often used as a symbol of masculinity and virility, while ground animal horns have since the middle ages been used as a cure for male erection and libido problems. And, rutting stags lock horns in order to determine dominance and secure mating rights. Thus, it has also been suggested that the ignorant cuckold does not know that the beast with horns (a more manly, powerful, virile man) has crept behind him and ‘had’ his wife. In fact in modern sexual slang the man brought in to pleasure the wife (the alpha male) is known as the ‘bull’.

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Celebrating the Birth by Jan Steen (1664)

Celebrating The Birth

This Classical painting by Dutch master Jan Steen, Celebrating The Birth (1664) is an intriguing cuckolding tableau. The birth of a male heir would result in a celebration but here rather than a traditional mother and child scene we have the father holding the baby. Cuckolding-classical-paintings-cutHe is further emasculated as he is wearing both an apron and a chatelane (a belt of keys etc. usually worn by a woman). The husband carries a purse indicating he is a wealthy man who has attracted a younger wife, her back (guiltily or shamefully) is turned to us. In the centre of the painting at the back (see close-up section left) is a young, grinning man mimicking the cuckold hand sign above the baby’s head, suggesting the illegitimacy of the child. This cheeky man is probably a self-portrait of the artist. Interestingly, it was only when the painting was cleaned in 1983 that the hand sign was discovered. It had been painted over in the 19th Century, obviously a past owner had censured the gesture. It has now been restored.

The painting is littered with symbolic sexual imagery and visual puns. The brass bed warmer, prominent in the foreground, signified that the coals in this pan were the only warmth in this marriage bed; denoting a lack of marital sex or the husband’s impotence. The broken egg shells strewn around the floor are a reference to ‘cracking eggs’ a 17th Century euphemism for sexual intercourse. While the maid at the fireplace is grasping a phallic but rather limp sausage. With a wry smile she faces towards us – the audience to the painting, aware of the sexual farce unfolding. A mocking satire of the marital home or a moral warning?

In Chaucer’s The Miller’s Tale (1380s), an elderly husband is suspicious of a young suitor who is attempting to entice his young wife away from him.

“For she was wild and young, and he was old, And deemed himself as like to be a cuckold.”


And Some New Twists

Here at the Mansion we excel at extreme sexual humiliation and have been exploring more wicked ways to cuckold sub husbands & slaves. (Also see  Here  & Here  & Here.) Check out these scenes:

♣  Stunning Mistress Terra explains to her lowly sub that he is going to be her new cuck slave, servicing big cock studs and getting them hard before she fucks them in Unworthy Cuck Fluffer.

♣ A classic cuck scene where a husband is cuckolded, locked in chastity, humiliated and used as a cock fluffer for a big dicked bull in Meet My Alpha Male with the queen of cuckolding Mistress T.

♣  There’s a more ‘slave focused’ cuckolding game in A Tale of Two Slaves where both Mistress T, maestro of erotic humiliation & true cuckoldress, and myself spent a fiendish afternoon indulging our cruel fantasies with 2 male slaves and 1 female slave. If you want to know more you’ll have to watch the film.

♣  If you enjoy our VR experiences meet the young, beautiful but cruel tongued  Mistress Karina in Degraded & Cucked – VR.

♣  The super hot Mistress Pandora (Emma Butt) uses and abuses her cuck slave with the help of her fit bull in Cuckold Slave Duties.

 

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Two Fabulous London Dungeons For Hire

Posted on 01/06/2022 by Mistress Sidonia


London Dungeon Suite

The London Dungeon Suite is a BDSM apartment & playspace in Hoxton, London, N1. It has been thoughtfully designed with kinky couples in mind, by professional dominatrix Madame Caramel. It’s available to hire for extended overnight packages as well as shorter play dates. Perfect if you are looking for a kinky but romantic dungeon experience in London. The primary chamber is a classic BDSM dungeon with an impressive offering of some of the world’s best BDSM furniture and equipment. Plus a more intimate playroom, the Rubber Room, along with a generously sized, elegantly designed, relaxing bedroom.

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Bayswater Dungeon Suite

The Bayswater Dungeon Suite is a first-class BDSM open plan studio apartment, in the heart of London, designed for kinky fun. Curated by prodoms Madame Caramel & Miss Anne Tittou.
Available to hire, this luxurious, discreet, spacious basement BDSM dungeon is based in Bayswater, West London, W2. Its extensive BDSM equipment collection and amenities provide an artful playspace for kinksters, pros, and content creators.

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The Path To Dominance

Posted on 25/05/2022 by Mistress Sidonia

Early Inklings and The Path To Dominance

When I look back I don’t think there were any specific triggers that led me on to the path of sexual deviance. It was just always there, something below the surface but never expressed or developed. From an extremely young age probably about nine or ten I developed kinky sexual habits which centred on bondage. I loved to partially tie myself up and gag myself to masturbate. Later, I started to fantasize about being captured, taken away and used but these were very vague imaginings. I also liked playing bondage games with my school friends. I remember regularly putting the boy next door into bondage in the base of a little sofa in my bedroom. I’d take the mattress off and would weave him into the rubber straps underneath. Then I’d lie on top of him or just touch him while he was helpless. I was aroused but I’m not sure the acts were directly sexual. Perhaps, it was just that I didn’t identify or understand the feelings as ‘sexual’.

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It was really in my later teens when I discovered sub/dom literature, (particularly – The Story of O, The Tattoo Enigma & The Beauty Series by Anne Rice (aka A.N.Roquelaure). That’s where I began to connect the world of SM with my inner feelings. These books led me to develop a huge fantastical landscape in my head where many, many fantasies were played out. However, that’s where my desires stayed. As I reached my twenties I discovered fetish clubs and finally began to play. You have to remember there was no internet then so there were no ways to meet likeminded individuals. I had no inkling as to there being any one else who shared my mindset.

After reading The Story of O I was certain of the existence of a kind of romanticized secret world of doms and subs who serve them – I just had to find it! I have only very briefly in my sexual experience slipped into those worlds but it’s something that I aspire to. It’s certainly a milieu and ambiance I create for slaves who serve me.

I have to acknowledge that my earliest leanings were definitely submissive though not exclusively. As a teenager, I don’t think I was in anyway mature enough to play or enjoy the dominant part of an SM relationship. I do believe that in order to really explore ones dominance you first need to have a fair amount of life experience and indeed sexual encounters – both straight and pervy.

Submission & Dominance = One Whole

So I began as a submissive, which I now know is not an uncommon route for many women who later become dominant. I was submissive from my early teens up to my early twenties, then there was a switch period and at about 27 I became completely dominant. I think that some of the best doms have been or tried at playing sub. It gives you invaluable experience of the mindset of the sub. You are able to understand how essential it is to trust the dom whose hands you are putting yourself into. It is a complicated paradox of wanting to please your dom and take and do everything they wish but having limits, needing to feel safe and ultimately respected. You understand the difference between what can be pleasurably painful and what is just downright uncomfortable and distracting. And importantly of how pleasure can turn to panic in an instant. I see someone’s submission as a precious gift; it’s like a gilded Pandora’s box that I must treasure. It must be opened and unpacked slowly and carefully.

I have often mused on the fact that the important distinction is not as to whether you are the sub or dom but whether you are straight or pervy. This is because the roles of sub and dom are co-dependant and in a sense one and the same. This is because whilst being submissive, part of the experience is identifying with the power the dominant has over you, a kind of emotional empathy and vice versa for the dominant party. Perhaps one could split this whole into two parts the cerebral as the dominant and the physical as the submissive. I’m completely dominant and have been for many years but I guess what I enjoy most is coloured by the areas of play that I enjoyed as a sub.

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Charity Begins At Home Pt1: Femdom Fiction

Posted on 16/05/2022 by Mistress Sidonia

Charity Begins At Home Pt 1

Chapter I

Mistress Sidonia arrived at the ballroom for the annual fundraiser of the London Charity Orchestra. She gazed around the huge room to take in the crowd of attendees and immediately surmised this bunch of stuck-up bozos would likely be more comfortable sailing on their yachts or checking the bank statements inside the mansions they owned rather then having to mingle with the commoners under the guise of doing charitable works for mankind. It was all just so much playacting and certifiable bullshit, but Mistress Sidonia was attending the event for a very specific reason. Which was to scout for any potential slave prospects She might encounter during the long (and She was sure, quite boring) evening ahead of Her.

If She scored in that respect, then the outrageous price of a ticket She purchased for the so-called “privilege” of being at the over-hyped shindig would be more then justified. There was some poor moron here right now that, come tomorrow morning, would wish he had never donned his fancy tuxedo to saunter into the ballroom under the banner of a charity he couldn’t have cared less about. Of that She was absolutely certain. Just last month the Mistress had abducted two new slaves, one from a bar and the other from an office building, so She was “on a roll” as they say. Being totally unknown to the group of London society patrons present was also in Her favor. If and when She located and coerced Her victim to leave with Her, it would “all be over but the crying” for the runt. Now that She thought of it, there was a tremendous amount of truth to such a pithy saying. For whoever Her chosen victim was going to be, his crying was just about to begin. She smiled to Herself: whichever one of you “men” I’m taking out of here with Me tonight, I wish you better luck in your next life!

It didn’t take long for Mistress Sidonia to be noticed by the males in the room. The dress requirement was semi-formal, although a few of the people were arrayed in formal attire. She had worn a two-piece conservative business outfit of charcoal gray with matching gloves and purse. The ensemble perfectly matched Her new BCBG MaxAzaria wide ankle strap black leather shoes. The shoes might have been new but they were about to be broken in quickly at the expense of someone very soon. And that someone might just be heading Her way She noticed, as a gentleman that appeared to be in his late 30’s was walking in a straight line headed directly for Her. Probably wants to put Me on his dance card for later, She smirked. Short and a bit on the emaciated side, the man arrived to where She was standing and introduced himself.

“Hello! My name is Bentley Taft. I’m an art dealer here in London. I don’t think I have had the pleasure of meeting you at any of our previous functions,” he said.

Isn’t that perfect, the Mistress thought, and almost much too fortuitous as well for Her. He looks like a rich jerk off that would be named Bentley Taft. Love the tux you have on, Bentley. It’s a bit big on that puny frame of yours, though. Maybe you would be wise to fire your tailor. Perhaps She would not have the need to remain hanging around this pompous soiree very long after all. She smiled, having to look down at the short man as he spoke with Her.

“My name is Suzanne von Helsing,” said the Mistress, extending Her hand to him. No way I’m telling you My real name you tiny weasel, She reasoned to Herself. Not yet at least. Besides, I can’t afford for someone to overhear it during this conversation.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Suzanne. A real pleasure!” he said, as he flashed Her a toothy, bleached white grin. Damn flirt. She felt like knocking out all of those bleached pearly whites he was blinding Her with. But if what She expected to happen would come to fruition in the next few minutes, She would have plenty of time for such pleasures later. Bentley was going to get bent, but good. By Her. And She was going to enjoy every second of it.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you as well, Bentley” Mistress Sidonia said to him, lying through Her beautiful, smiling mouth as She watched his ego soar when Her words were heard by him. This was going to be too easy, She thought to Herself. Where is the challenge to it?

Just then, the challenge surfaced. It was in the form of a women appearing to be about ten years younger than Taft’s age, who was approaching the two as they spoke. She had daggers in her eyes. Which wasn’t difficult for Mistress Sidonia to see, even with the little wench’s horrendous eye makeup and washed out features.

“Bentley, we haven’t spent more then a few moments together since we arrived” the newcomer to the conversation pouted at him, while completely ignoring the Mistress.

Snotty bitch, She thought to herself. If you belonged to Me that insolent attitude would be taken care of quickly. And permanently.

“I was just speaking to Ms. Suzanne von Helsing here, Felicity” he said to her, obviously exasperated by the woman’s arrival into his discussion with Mistress Sidonia. And he was none too pleased about it, either. “Ms. von Helsing, this is my fiancée, Felicity Adams.”

“Bentley, you are my future husband. I expect you to spend the evening with me. And me alone!” she said, still never having once looked at Mistress Sidonia. The whining powder puff was beginning to sound to Mistress Sidonia like Scarlet O’Hara talking to one of her wimpy beaus in “Gone With the Wind”. Isn’t this interesting, the Mistress mused in Her mind. A bit of a domestic squabble going on, I dare say. Which could very well work in Her favor for spiriting the lowlife named Bentley Taft out of this circus quickly and without any hassles.

“I apologize to you for occupying Bentley. Felicity, wasn’t it?” said the Mistress as She smiled at the woman. Felicity Adams? It figured. The obnoxious girl had a name that any Social Register would be proud to have in its listings. “Bentley and I were just going to leave for a few minutes as I can’t stay the entire night. He has kindly offered to view some paintings I own at My house a short distance away to give Me an appraisal of their worth should I decide to donate them. All for charity, of course. Isn’t that true, Bentley?”

“Yes, I will be delighted to do the appraisal, Ms. von Helsing. Absolutely delighted! We were going to leave now, weren’t we, so I might return to Felicity as soon as possible. Correct?”

Good boy, Bentley. You picked up on My lead very well, thought Mistress Sidonia. You’ll regret it soon enough, I assure you.

“Yes, we certainly were preparing to depart. Shall we go to My SUV? It’s located just outside and I’ll have the valet driver bring it to the ballroom entrance now if that is agreeable with you” Mistress Sidonia said, looking at him as well as Felicity.

“Then I will join you. Of course, if it is ‘agreeable’ to the both of you!” Felicity said angrily, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“No, Felicity. It most certainly is not!” Bentley stared at her.

“Then how far are you going, Bentley, and how long will you be?” demanded Felicity.

“I don’t know, Felicity. Ms. von Helsing, how long a drive is it to Your place?” asked Bentley as he turned away from Felicity to speak with the Mistress.

It was too late. Mistress Sidonia had already departed to have the valet fetch Her vehicle.

“Felicity, I really don’t appreciate your interrupting my conversation with Ms. von Helsing. Now, I don’t know how far it is to Her home. But I am sure I will return within a reasonable amount of time. Meanwhile, please mingle with the other guests and cease treating me as your exclusive property!” he whispered to her testily and was gone to meet Mistress Sidonia while leaving Felicity standing by herself. Bentley Taft wasn’t about to miss out on the chance to get to know this beautiful woman Suzanne von Helsing better, and he’d be damned if Felicity was going to get in his way. What he didn’t realize was despite the fact he wasn’t the exclusive property of Felicity, he would soon definitely become the exclusive property of Mistress Sidonia. Not voluntarily, either.

“I have no intention of waiting for you here, Bentley. I have a little surprise for you!” she said under her breath after he left. She, too, headed towards the valet stand. If she couldn’t go with the pair then she’d follow them in her car. Bentley was hers and no other woman was going to take him. Period!

Mistress Sidonia would have something to say about that statement. Felicity just didn’t know it yet.

Chapter II

Arriving at the valet stand, Felicity watched hidden from view as “Suzanne von Helsing” and Bentley Taft hopped into Mistress Sidonia’s black SUV and began to drive off. She then promised £50 pounds to the valet attendant if he would have her car in front of the ballroom within 2 minutes. The kid was gone in a flash and back with her car even faster then she could have hoped for. She handed him the money and began to drive off in the direction she had watched the SUV take. It was all one straight road for at least 5 kilometers in the only direction they could have driven when leaving the huge ballroom grounds. Within another 2 minutes, Felicity spotted the black SUV in front of her, staying far enough behind it to avoid Bentley recognizing her car should he look into the passenger side rear view mirror or glance out the window behind him. In another 15 minutes, she watched as the vehicle pulled up in the driveway to a house located in a quiet, suburban residential complex. She turned left on a street two blocks before the house where the SUV was parking and shut the car’s lights and engine off. Felicity was clearly able to see the house and then the two people exit the vehicle. They entered the front door, which quickly closed behind them. Felicity might be a spoiled airhead but she was smart enough to realize that patience was a virtue in this scenario. She would wait and bide her time until she was ready, and then knock on the door to see for herself what was going on between her fiancée and this Belinda Schultz woman. The pair weren’t fooling Felicity Adams she fumed to herself. Not at all!

If Ms. Adams had Superman’s x-ray vision, what she could see through the walls of the house she was watching would surely have shocked the rich little princess. Once Mistress Sidonia and Bentley Taft entered Her house, the Mistress shut and locked the front door. The blinds on the windows had already been closed in anticipation of Her return to the house with Her quarry, preventing prying eyes from the street outside from glancing in. Quickly and entirely unseen by him with his back towards Her, She reached into Her purse and crushed ‘sleepy’ capsules She had wrapped in a cloth. It was only a matter of a few seconds more before Taft was breathing in the powerful fumes, struggling futilely as he attempted to break from Mistress Sidonia’s powerful grip She was using to overpower him.

“Save yourself the trouble of resisting, Taft. It’s totally useless!” the Mistress laughed as he began to lose consciousness. She was correct. It was indeed useless and he fell to the polished hardwood floor with a slight thud, lying still. “That will keep you out for a while, My friend. Let’s get you prepared for the fun and games I have planned, shall we?” the Mistress said as She looked down towards the floor with a smirk at the unconscious art dealer.

Opening a hallway closet, Mistress Sidonia removed some coils of strong white rope She had cut and pre-positioned inside the closet earlier in the day. Taking the coils, She moved back to Her “guest” and began to truss him up after stripping him down to his underwear. She rolled him over onto his stomach and tied his ankles, knees and thighs first with the strong rope. She then placed Her foot firmly on the back of his neck so his face pressed into the floor while She was reaching down and positioning his arms behind his back. She bound the unfortunate man’s wrists and elbows tightly together. Once the task was completed, She stood over his sleeping form and rolled him back over so he was now face up. Taking a small rubber ball She had in one of the pockets of the business suit She wore, She forced his mouth open and popped the sphere inside, then closed his jaw. His teeth were no longer visible with the object fitting perfectly between his lips.

“Excellent. And without any messy unsightly bulge of the cheeks, either!” She said, laughing to herself.

The Mistress then pulled a white woman’s handkerchief from another pocket of Her business suit, folding the material a few times so it now was in a long, narrow rectangular shape. Moving to the top of his head, She knelt down and propped him up in a sitting position. Mistress Sidonia then placed the folded cloth directly over the man’s mouth, covering the entire area of the lips. She pulled the cloth firmly to the rear of his head. She knotted the two ends of the handkerchief together at the back of Her conquered victim’s head as tightly as possible, indenting his face in the process. The narrow gag would be absolutely effective in maintaining silence, but also would allow Her to leave some dandy red welt marks from Her shoes on the rest of his exposed face. Finishing, She returned him to lying face up in an unconscious state on the floor. He was gagged, tied and helpless. Which is exactly the way She wanted him to be when She woke him up from his enforced slumber.

“You’ll feel just like a carpet when I’m done with you, little man. Except you won’t need to be vacuumed!” She chuckled, looking down at Her pathetic new slave.

To be continued in Part 2 Here …

by sgc
Note: This is just a fictional fantasy femdom story

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DDI Domination Directory International – A Glorious Revolution

Posted on 09/05/2022 by Mistress Sidonia

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DDI Magazine – A Brief History

Domination Directory International was an American contact magazine that described itself as “The Ultimate Source For Meeting A Mistress”. It was first issued in 1984 at the cost of $7 and then published sporadically until about 1989 when this became biannually. Domination-Directory-International-prodom-advert-Mistress-Sidonia-von-BorkInitially, it was a basic magazine with only a few colour pages and snapshots of prodoms. In a short time it became a much more glamourous affair – all colour, the page count expanded and the number of dominas wanting to advertise was growing every issue and these professional dommes now ranged from the whole of North America and Europe.

Right: One of my ads inside an early Euro DDI. You could have a 1/4 , 1/2 or full-page advert but mainly each featured domme took a page.

With its success growing and the need for more distribution in Europe, in 1995 to address the number of Mistresses from England, Holland, Germany wanting to be included; the USA publishers joined forces with the publisher of Massad magazine in Holland to create an exclusively European edition. So DDI split in two: a North American edition, which carried on with the sequential issue numbering from; and Euro DDI, which began fresh with a premiere issue.

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DDI’s North American edition went quarterly with issue #29 in 1998. While Euro DDI was published three times per year, with issue #14, in 2000. However, with the advent of the internet and the decline of the printed magazine industry (pervy & mainstream) in 2003 the North American and Euro editions were once again merged into one combined edition. This now allowed domina’s to advertise worldwide and created a bumper world edition of over 200 pages. In the mid ’90s the DDI publishers managed a huge coup – distribution in more mainstream and prestigious retail locations such as Tower Records, Borders Books, and other non-adult venues; this was a boost to both the magazine’s sales and prestige.

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And A Thank You

The prodom community owes a considerable debt to DDI (and the wonderful Mr DJ) as it sought out and brought together ardent, elite dominas from all over the world turning them into an exclusive group of dedicated professionals. Looking back at the advent of what we would call today a ‘prodom’ throughout the late ’70s and ’80s she existed in a secret and underground world. The only way to find her was through free adult listing papers, box cards and contact magazines. These small A5 contact magazines were cheaply produced and associated with a sordid, seedy scene and could only be purchased by mail order or at sex shops.

DDI seemed to obliterate them – its large A4 format, its glossy cover, stunning models in designer fetish wear, inside colour pages, beautiful binding, all giving the contents inside: the services of prodoms, an authority and glamourous status – and importantly a new credibility.

DDI-Magazine-most-recent-issue-79The final DDI – Issue #79 Published early in 2015

An Ending

DDI was last published in early 2015 and its future remains uncertain. The ever omnipresent search engine ‘Google’ allows anyone to search the world for prodoms. And, dominas are no longer dependent on a page in a contact magazine or listing websites, they don’t need to answer endless question by phone as they can put up extensive websites showing any prospective subbie what to expect and the diverse range of services many of them now offer. I still think that the prestige of appearing in DDI was worth its weight in gold and hope that it might make a come back, even in a new web-based form or format. 🙂

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